This girl was unlike the two people in front of her who heard her first without seeing her. One was holding a pipa and the other was playing a flute. She walked over slowly and leisurely. This girl didn't take anything. If it comes to talking, that is.

Holding a silk handkerchief in his hand, he walked gracefully to the pavilion.

The light green long skirt has large blooming peonies embroidered on the cuffs. Silver thread outlines a few auspicious clouds. The hem is a row of blue sea water clouds. The wide piece of fabric on the chest is light yellow brocade. She walks forward.

Therefore, her body gently spreads her long skirt, and her movements are as graceful as a willow blowing in the wind.

A light sweep brings spring to her eyebrows, her skin is soft and smooth, her cherry-like mouth is charming, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks are fluttering in the wind, gently brushing her face, adding a bit of seductive charm and flexibility.

The turning eyes turn intelligently, a little naughty, a little mischievous, so beautiful and flawless, so beautiful that it is not like the fireworks of this world.

I have to say that Ling Zhexiao has a really good taste in choosing women. The three that he has seen now can be said to be top beauties. They are probably all ladies who stay at home and never go out. I don’t know how.

I was brought out by him and came here willingly.

The woman stepped forward and bowed as usual: "Qing Ruo, I've met you all. How are you all?"

Ling Zhexiao asked: "You are so polite, girl. I wonder what talents such a girl has that can open the eyes of the three of me."

The girl continued to speak: "The little girl is not talented. She has been good at poetry and songs since she was a child. But I think some of the people here should be good at poetry, so the little girl will sing a song. I took the liberty of inviting the person just now.

My sister who plays the pipa is here to help me with the music. I wonder how many of you can do it?"

Ling Zhexiao nodded, while the other two people said it didn't matter, you play with yours and I play with mine, so Ruoyan, the girl who was holding the pipa and ready to burst into tears, walked over with small steps holding the pipa.

, Qing Ruo turned around and bowed to the woman, then discussed singing.

After a while, the woman turned around, bowed slightly and said, "The little girl is showing off her ugliness, and she is singing a song of pure joy. It rains and clears, and the smoke ends."

Then the sound of pipa was everywhere, the sound of the piano was melodious, and then a light female voice sang: "The rain is clear and the smoke is late, the green water is full of new pools, the swallows fly to the weeping willow courtyard, the curtains of the small pavilion are rolled up. At dusk, I lean against the Zhulan alone

, the crescent moon in the southwest is curved, the flowers are falling, the wind is blowing, and the clothes are especially cold in spring."

Listening to the girl singing, Ling Ziliang lowered his head in confusion and asked Meng Xian: "Do you know what she is singing? Why can't I understand anything?"

Meng Xian then explained softly in Ling Ziliang's ear: ""Qing Ping Le·Rain, Clear Smoke and Night" describes the scene of a woman living alone and sad, looking forward to her husband's return. It is a rainy, clear and smokey night, the pond is full of green water, weeping willows and swallows, a daughter

I am leaning on the railing and gazing at the crescent moon in the southwest, but it is difficult to express the desolate feeling and deep depression of Gu Mian."

Ling Ziliang frowned as he listened to the explanation: "Why is she singing this song? The scenery here is so beautiful, and she is in a good mood. I almost cried when I listened to her singing. She couldn't be married, otherwise why would she be singing?

This song, besides, this song is not as good as your voice."
Chapter completed!